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Okay so the hamster is extremely excited over the leg as well. She had to smile a bit, it was kind of cute to see such glee over prosthetic limbs. This was clearly an extremely smart little fellow and she had to enjoy that. It wasn’t the strangest thing she’s ever seen but it did have its place on the list. He stopped and looked up at her, somehow bashful, as the giant mecha talked. Okay, translation technology, that was neat. 

“I mean, most people just give them strange looks, kind of those pitiful ones, like ‘oh no, poor girl, what happened’. At least you look downright gleeful to study them.” she lifts her head towards the speaking mecha when it spoke after the mad series of squeaks. The small fellow wanted to study her limbs? Still not the weirdest thing in her life.

“Sure. Don’t see why not. Do you need to like, bring the giant robot over here for like a scan or like, open up the panels and take a peek inside? Do you need the blueprints, I think I might have access to them but, they kinda have to let me have those since I prefer repairing myself as opposed to,” she winces slight at the thought of option B if she could not repair her own limbs if it became an issue, “going to see the white coats.”

The hamster squeaked with glee as he scampered off toward his mech. “[AN EXCELLENT IDEA. THE THREAT ANALYZER ON WRECKING BALL CAN SCAN YOUR PROSTHETICS SAFELY”]. He scampered over the top of the mech and started settling himself inside. A muffled series of squeaks came out from the metal chasis. “[DO NOT BE ALARMED. YOU WILL NOT BE SCANNED AS HOSTILE]. 

Wrecking Ball stood up on pointly metal legs and lumbered towards Annie. It stops just a few feet away and mechanical beeps from the ball’s user interface can be heard from inside. [ANALYSIS COMPLETE.] There was a moment of silence, the ball standing solidly in place. [WHY WOULD TECHNOLOGICALLY SUPERIOR LIMBS ELICIT SYMPATHY]. The giant iron ball coldly asked in its no-nonsense filtered manner. Hammond may have worded it differently himself, but the message was the same. He could not fathom why other people would not see the advantage of having limbs not burdened by the weaknesses of organics.

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Hammond was trying to form plan with his fellow inmates on how to escape this glass prison they were in. But as usual, they simply were not understanding him. Did they not see the severity of the situation? He barely had time to contemplate this when the lights came on in the prison complex. This was a sign that it was time for them all to sleep. It had been a long unproductive night and Hammond wearily scampered into the bedding area. All of them except Fred, as Hammond had taken to calling him, who decided the food trough would be more comfortable.

 There was a small dome the prison wardens had “graciously” provided as scant privacy for the hamsters. They had dug a small indentation in the soft flooring where the hamsters could bundle together for warmth during the day. However, sleep would not be easy, as throughout the day, giant observers with loud high pitch cries would come and tap on the walls of his prison. At one point a hamster Hammond had not bothered to think of a name for had been abducted and whisked off to never be seen again. It was not a huge loss for Hammond. He had not even bothered to name him. Clearly he thought that cell mate was of little consequence.

Hammond was once again attempting to catch some sleep when he heard a distant chime in the prison complex. He knew this chime well by now. It marked the arrival of a new observer. Hammond thought nothing of it. Observers come and go, and most don’t bother with his cell. He would soon realize however, that this observer is different.

The prison warden came back to the cell and Hammond knew one of them was to be taken. The timing could not be worse. All of the prisoners were huddled together for sleep time and were an easy target. As the giant hand decended into the cell, Hammond tried desperately to rally the others to scatter. But as usual, they did not listen. Hammond simply made himself a target by standing up and shouting. Appendages longer than the hamster’s entire body closed in around him and he could feel himself being lifted into the air. “This is it” Hammond thought. “It’s finally time I find out the fate of all my missing bretheren”

Before long, Hammond found himself in a much smaller cell. This one filled with the same soft bedding as his old one, but with opaque walls and a few tiny holes at the top of the flat unscaleable walls. “Good” he squeaked. “If they intended to kill me, they’d probably not have left me in a ventilated room”. It was a small comfort. There was muffled communication between the warden and the observer, and he felt his new prison being moved. Was this a prison transfer? Why did the observer want him? 

As he pondered, he hadn’t noticed that the cage was warming up. Not to any unbearable degree, but enough that he quickly found himself drifting off to sleep. Despite the stress, he simply could not stay awake. He was overwhelmed by the warmth and the softness, and strangely enough, the excited, yet somehow soothing chatter of his new prison warden. 

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It’s four in the morning when Chloe rolls over in bed and looks to her phone. For some reason she assumed it was almost time to get up but she still had three hours before she needed to get ready. She lies there, with her eyes closed and unable to go back to sleep. Is it the fact that she’s in a new place? Perhaps she can’t handle the new atmosphere or the new dorm mates. Classes would start up soon and her dad was a few states away. 

If only she didn’t miss being at home and going to work. Sure, she had a pretty standard job at that local clothing store, but it was cute and she made everything positive. How could she lie here in bed feeling so….? Out of every emotion she might experience, this weight on her chest and heaviness behind her eyelids seems new. She may have felt it before, when her mom was still with her dad, but that was when she was too old to have any memories. She can only remember her dad’s sad face. That’s it! When she wakes, she’ll do something about this aching in her chest.

After her first two classes, she has a few hours to do nothing, though she has a plan in mind. There’s a pet store down the road she’s been eyeing since she came into the little college city. They should have what she needs there.

A small bell rings when she swings open the door and she can hear a dog barking somewhere in the back. She passes rows of bird food until she reaches the proper cage. There’s a small ball of brown fur that catches her eye. They are all huddled up together, but soon, one of those hamsters would go back with her to her dorm. The clerk behind the counter notices Chloe staring and walks over. “Hi! How can I help you?” His voice is far too chipper but she enjoys that sort of sunshine in people. “Ah…I was looking to buy a small friend.” A smile just as big as the clerk’s is returned back from her as the man goes to grab a small ball of fur for her to purchase. 

Not too long after, she is driving back to the dorm with a little box and a cage with hamster food. “What should I call you little guy?” The steering wheel is still hot from the sun as she talks to her tiny friend. “Oh! I know! How about I name you….Bear? No. How about Sparky? Hmmm that’s weird too. Ooooo I’ll call you Hammond. You will be my little ham boy.” She giggles to herself. Her world is now filled with that much more color. Once she gets back to her room, she’ll have to set up his cage. In the meantime, she’ll have to figure out how to get his plump little butt into the plastic ball. 

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Did it hurt Hammond to go through genetic modification? Does he hold any grudges against the scientists?

There was some muscle pain with the rapid growth, but the increased intelligience was gradual, so for most of the process he was just doing what hamsters do. He had no frame of reference for how “fair” life should be. In hindsight, he’s glad he was given intelligence. He is grumpy that they let the station fall apart though. The muscles don’t rapidly grow anymore, so the pain is just a distant fuzzy memory. 

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Annie was sitting in the sun, just enjoying the day. She made herself a nice hot cup of tea, no where to be for the next few hours, just a nice lazy day. That got extremely strange as first she heard squeaking, and then a voice? She looked around in utter shock before looking down at a hamster. A hamster that was currently admiring her fake arm. She just studied it for a few moments.

“I have a matching leg as well.” She carefully move the little creature before lifting her left leg and rolling up her pant leg to show off the metal. “Ta da?”

The hamster shifted his beady eyed gaze quickly to the metallic human leg and let out a long squeak. “[FASCINATING!]” the mech exclaimed in monotone. A stark contrast to the excitement in the hamster. A few moments passed, the hamster glancing excitedly between the prosthetics, before he stiffened and looked at the woman’s face. Bashfully, he tried to compose himself in as professional a manner as his little furry body could muster. “Oh. I uh. just like your prosthetics is all. Nothing personal. Sorry” he squeaked in his native hamster tongue. The mech translated “[APOLOGIES. I COULD NOT HELP BUT NOTICE YOUR PROSTHETICS. I AM INTRIGUED]”. The social adaptation program filtered Hammond’s speech in a way that made him seem less cold and agressive. A feature Hammond didn’t ask for, but sees the occasional merit in. 

He scampered back on all four paws and turned back to the stranger. Another small series of chirps and the mech responds. “[IF IT IS NOT TOO MUCH TROUBLE, I WOULD LIKE A DETAILED ANALYSIS OF THE PROSTHESIS.]” It was one thing to have a fully mechanized suit of armor to ride around in. It was another thing entirely to see a seemingly perfect integration of circuitry into the human nervous system. This was something Hammond could not help but to be madly curious about.

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A flash of metal catches the rodent’s attention. It’s not a limb of flesh, but a prosthetic that he is drawn to. Hammond doesn’t stop to consider whether or not the woman is paying attention before he scampers toward her. Lacking any semblance of human social skills, he sets his little front paws on the woman’s arm and stares down at the intricate plating. He makes a few excited squeaks as he admires the craftsmanship. “[FASCINATING. THERE SEEMS TO BE NO DAMAGE OR LOOSE WIRING]”, a giant round mech exclaims from a few yards behind. Hammond is clearly enraptured by the elegant form fitting design. Everything the rodent makes is scavenged from damaged and discarded junk, and he is delighted to see something crafted with care rather than hastily clashed together.

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USE THIS WEBSITE TO GENERATE YOUR MUSE’S POKEMON TEAM.

Tagged by: @portalipsis

Tagging: Whoever wants to! :3

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ANTICIPATION stills him, the soldier stalled by CURIOSITY in finding out WHO is in that ball---...but when a HAMSTER comes out, his face FALLS. over his time, 76 has encountered a LOT more self-aware overwatch-affiliated animals than his military career could've ever prepared him for. "not... quite what i was expecting." but maybe it SHOULD'VE been.

The hamster’s ears twitched as he regards the soldier’s face. He lets out a series of indifferent chirps. “[SURPRISE UNDERSTANDABLE. I AM A HAMSTER.]” the machine responds. Hammond eyes the soldier’s enhancements with wonderful curiosity, but thinks it might be rude to ask to tamper with them. He makes a mental note to try to get a closer look while 76 is not paying attention.

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When they revealed Hammond my first thought was “wow it sure was nice of Overwatch to put so much effort into designing Moira a new test specimen” ahaha

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omg I realized I haven’t posted fulls of the prints I’ve worked on for AX LOL Here’s my animewatch !!! 

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Things I like to know about rp partners!!

FILL IN:

i like to be called: Squee 

my favourite colour is: Green

gender: Male

one thing you should know about me: I enjoy technology. While I’m not super tech savy, I enjoy looking into technology. I built my own computer once. 

one thing you should know about my muse: Hammond can be a bit prickly, but he’s not always a pile of salt.  

first language: English

second language: None

HIGHLIGHT:

age range:   under 13  |  14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 |  30+ |  70+

am i okay with nsfw?: yes | no | sometimes ( If it involves dark themes but no smut)

my favourite/most common thing to rp is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action| other

oc friendly?: yes | no | depends

rp blog:   does | doesn’t contain ooc posts

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tagging: @paxeuropaea and anyone that wants to. 

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As time passes, Chris begins to fret. The ball hasn’t spoken up again, but it seems as though it’s processing something. A hatch at the top pops open and a large rodent comes out. Itfalls to the floor and a cry comes from it. The machine picks this up and responds with what he assumes is a censor of sorts. For all Chris knows, that rodent crawled up into the ball and the ball just expelled the fluffy thing as if it were an intruder. He scoots further away and holds his hands up. 

The creature appears to be a hamster and it begins reaching for cables and squeaking. The omnic responds to the sound as it seemed to before. Chris’ eyes go over to the ball and then back to the hamster with very human mannerisms. When the ball declaired it was not an omnic and the rodent, was in fact, the champion of the Junkertown arena, Chris lowered his hands and gawked at the furr ball. “You? You’re the one that continues to win in the arena?” 

Then the opportunity he hoped for presented itself. The hamster needed help with repair work. It’s the chance to figure out how Wrecking Ball is able to destroy all of its foes. “Of course. Right away!” The mech wiggles it’s appendage so that Chris can see where he neefds to place the cables. His brows shoot up to almost his hairline. “Wait a minute. The hamster is not Wrecking Ball? The one that recieves awards from the queen?” He places the cables where he was asked and his eyes stay on the rodent. It almost feels as if he’s in a dream. Never did he imagine his hero would end up being an intelligent hamster. And he though omnics were strange.  

A muffled cheer erupts from the walls around them as the arena sets up for another match. Hammond’s day may be over, but the arena rarely sleeps. Hammond stares down at his guest to ensure he has properly connected the cables. He makes a quick squeak of approval before rushing down to Wrecking ball and climbing back into the cockpit. “[EXCELLENT]” the translator exclaims. An approval of Chris’ usefulness. Maybe this guest isn’t such an annoyance afterall. He has certainly earned Hammond’s time if he wants it. 

Wrecking Ball’s limbs slump downward as the mech goes into standby. Only a few non essential programs remained online, Hammonds translator being one of them. The cables Chris connected pumped power back into the mech’s power cells and triggered the onboard computer for post battle diagnostics. Hammond booted up the operating system and checked the chasis for damage. A dented plate and a severed cord on one of the back-up leg servos. A pretty successful battle with minimal damage. 

Hammond made a series of squeaks as he scampered out of Wrecking ball and over to a rack with spare armor plates. The translator responds “[ YES. I AM A HAMSTER. IN HINDSIGHT, I CAN SEE WHERE THAT WOULD BE ALARMING.] Hammond removes the heavy metal plate from the wall with a high pitched straining grunt and waddles as best he could with it towards his mech. He squeaks from behind the heavy load “[PLEASE LOOK BEHIND YOU AND LOCATE THE TRAY LABELED LEG SERVOS AND BRING IT TO ME]” Hammonds demeanor was getting increasingly friendly as Chris proved to be a helpful guest and not just an annoying fan. The translator barely had to make changes to his speech.

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Could you give some headcanons? What does Hammond eat? Does he make upgrades to his mech? Do people in Junkertown know he's a hamster? How does he feel about Winston leaving him behind on the moon?

Hammond, like any hamster, loves sunflower seeds. He’ll bulk order hamster feed for day to day nutrition. He does upgrade his mech. He started with a common soundboard to communicate, for example, but then upgraded to a simple AI program designed to make socializing easier for people with social disorders or disabilities. That’s why it often translates his snarky comments into things that wouldn’t upset people, much to his dismay.

People in Junkertown probably don’t know he is a hamster. He does not try to hide this fact, but as a hamster, he does like to scurry around places where people can’t see him. Hammond does not mind Winston leaving. He didn’t see it as abandonment as Hammond initially tried to stay on the colony at the time Winston was planning his escape. But after learning staying was not an option, he hastily designed a pod to attach to Winston’s rocket. Due to time restrictions he couldn’t plan things out with Winston, so it was not an issue of Winston leaving Hammond behind.

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Tiny squeaks came from the hamster. Auto translate says: [WHAT DO YOU CHARGE FOR ANIMALS? THERE IS A GUINEA PIG WITH ASPIRATIONS TO BE A TERRORIST]

                                                       ━ ☽◯☾ ━ The theatrically tormented face shifts to peer through black holes for eyes, and for once her mask was eerily similar to the expression she wore underneath (not that they could tell). Encountering what seemed to be a gigantic, ball-shaped omnic desperately needing to get their gears checked wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence━ which was the understatement of the century. Turning her head from side to side, Huntress points a claw-wielding finger at herself upon the realization there was no one else in their immediate vicinity. She had so many questions, alas she’d made it a point not to pry. 

“There’s a gorilla scientist,” muffled voice finally answered. “I charge the same for them, tío━ starting at a thousand. Half upfront, the rest after.”